Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.